Been very strict and compliant in wearing my N95 mask the past few weeks ever since Omicron exploded. I use the 3M 1860 N95, the teal one, and so far it’s been successful in warding off the virus. For some reason nobody uses it in the chemo unit, as everyone opts for the looser, more comfortable KN95, so I have the chemo unit stocks all to myself. It is super tight, and I feel like the indentations will be staying on my face permanently, and that before this pandemic ends I will look like one of those greedy family members who had transformed into creepy creatures in the fantastic Twilight Zone episode “The Masks”. I asked my derma friend, HTGOF, if such tight masking will accelerate facial sagging as the mask pushes down huge chunks of skin and muscle. She said yes, but the more important goal is to live long enough to experience sagging, ie, to not die from COVID.
Speaking of creepy creatures, I had a terrible nightmare last night. I think telling other people your dreams is such a boring practice, as all dreams are by nature weird anyway, and those who listen to your story are put in that awkward position of having to feign fascination, but I thought I’d share this very quickly just because it led me to moan and groan in real life and wake to a start. In the dream I was sleeping in a room with many strangers, and one of them lunged at another stranger and ate his face off. As if he had just taken too much bath salts, aka the “cannibalism drug”. Of course the other strangers in the room woke up for a while, but went back to sleep, until bath salt guy ate another stranger’s face, waking the others temporarily, and so on. End of nightmare.
Treated myself to a chocolate bar this morning when I went to the supermarket. I got a medium sized Cadbury bar, the supposedly limited edition Pandan Coconut flavor. It will probably last me about a week. When we were kids I would usually conserve all the chocolate bars given to me during the holidays, in contrast to my brother and sister who would devour everything as soon as they received them. You could say that I had such fantastic EQ, so much so that I would forget about the damn chocolate bars until they expire, and I would whine about not having the chance to enjoy them.
Re-activated my twitter, because apparently if it gets deactivated for 30 days it will get deleted permanently. I thought I had sufficient fortitude to use it again, but a few minutes of scrolling and I was already seething with rage and morbid irritation. Of course I deactivated again immediately, but not before screencapping a “friend”‘s toxic political post and sharing it to those who had already unfriended him before to spread the aggravation. I captioned it as such: Straight from the sewage. Because sharing is caring.
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